A bit of a ramble... I struggle sometimes with ‘journaling for self’ during troubled times finding I slip into the life writing I do for articles. I am conscious of a reader’s gaze - and yet the reader would only be me. Although in reality I tend to destroy these therapeutic meanderings. I know I am a contradiction in that I can share deeply personal experiences and yet I am ferociously private about aspects of my inner self. Because of this I do not work hard to imbue my personal journaling with any semblance of craft - it is a utility - so I am left with life writing that I know lacks something. How to get past that... do I need to? These days I am writing more fiction - to escape, explore or not? I don’t know - but I am envious of those who are able to show an innocent honesty in their writing about self.
This-- "constellation of intangibles"-- Absolutely beautiful. Every post I read of yours, I am struck by your profound, clear insights married to masterful prose. If my printer hadn't died, I would print this one out as it hummed in the very marrow of my bones.
I write letters to a friend very regularly. Unheard of in this day and age, to someone in the same country who would bother to write back, stick on a stamp and post a letter back to me. This back and forth motion of putting my thoughts in writing, on pen and paper, sending it off, waiting for a response, has been a cathartic experience for me.
I enjoyed this ... not least because it’s fascinating to me that people can pursue the same action (in this case writing) yet infuse it with such different meaning.
Nato shot down the Chinese balloonery, alien ballooney tunes, and now we will have a ballooney war, good luck with that!
Another nuttin´ burger, tank you, sank you very much, nom nom nom!
My silent screams might be a perfect soundrack to the next Plandemic MAGAphoned!
That is why I must be the good guy, right? Do not try this at home, as Beavis and Butthead would advise!
Being the good guy among so many bad guys really freaks me out, gives me the creeps! And then I testify on the inflated Weaponization of BullSkirt in the Dungeon Subcommittee hot spa meeting .... go figure!
A bit of a ramble... I struggle sometimes with ‘journaling for self’ during troubled times finding I slip into the life writing I do for articles. I am conscious of a reader’s gaze - and yet the reader would only be me. Although in reality I tend to destroy these therapeutic meanderings. I know I am a contradiction in that I can share deeply personal experiences and yet I am ferociously private about aspects of my inner self. Because of this I do not work hard to imbue my personal journaling with any semblance of craft - it is a utility - so I am left with life writing that I know lacks something. How to get past that... do I need to? These days I am writing more fiction - to escape, explore or not? I don’t know - but I am envious of those who are able to show an innocent honesty in their writing about self.
This-- "constellation of intangibles"-- Absolutely beautiful. Every post I read of yours, I am struck by your profound, clear insights married to masterful prose. If my printer hadn't died, I would print this one out as it hummed in the very marrow of my bones.
I write letters to a friend very regularly. Unheard of in this day and age, to someone in the same country who would bother to write back, stick on a stamp and post a letter back to me. This back and forth motion of putting my thoughts in writing, on pen and paper, sending it off, waiting for a response, has been a cathartic experience for me.
Once again, your writing resonates with me.
I enjoyed this ... not least because it’s fascinating to me that people can pursue the same action (in this case writing) yet infuse it with such different meaning.
I love this. Thank you.
This very much resonates! Thank you for expressing what makes writing such a pull/need/joy.
Nato shot down the Chinese balloonery, alien ballooney tunes, and now we will have a ballooney war, good luck with that!
Another nuttin´ burger, tank you, sank you very much, nom nom nom!
My silent screams might be a perfect soundrack to the next Plandemic MAGAphoned!
That is why I must be the good guy, right? Do not try this at home, as Beavis and Butthead would advise!
Being the good guy among so many bad guys really freaks me out, gives me the creeps! And then I testify on the inflated Weaponization of BullSkirt in the Dungeon Subcommittee hot spa meeting .... go figure!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/hope-nope-dope-cope
I gotta go to Iceland one more time to chill the fook out!
Iceland the way you have never seen or even imagined, all in the DELUXE Special Limited Edition!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/iceland-in-bloom
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/monks-or-monkeys-or-mtfs
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/membership-mandatory-the-enabling